Thanksgiving Sunday – United Black Christians’ Anniversary
A Prayer for Reign of Christ Sunday
Here is your throne, Christ Jesus, Lord of all.
It looks like a park bench on a drafty winter afternoon, whose only occupant is curled up asleep under the pile of paper and blankets. It is You resting there, trying to find a few hours of rest before You are pushed out, told to move on. Your reign is a home, where all gather in warmth.
Here is your throne, Christ Jesus, Lord of all. It looks like an uncomfortable plastic chair, pulled close to a hospital bed. The room is quiet except for the hushed sounds of breathing and the steady pulse of machinery. Your hand is the one holding the hand of the sleeping patient. Your reign is a temple of healing, where all find comfort.
Here is your throne, Christ Jesus, Lord of all. It looks like a scratched and graffitied desk in an impoverished schoolhouse. The class is packed with too many students and too few resources. And yet there You are, crowded into the back row, raising Your hand to ask yet another question no one can answer. Your reign is a classroom for justice, where all learn that the last will be first.
Here is your throne, Christ Jesus, Lord of all. It looks like a worn and polished pew on a Sunday morning. It seems like there’s plenty of room, but the unspoken rules that govern who-sits-where are as strict as any commandment. And there you are, plunking yourself down right in the middle, as if there are no rules at all. Your reign is a sanctuary of hospitality, where all experience extravagant welcome.
We want to put you on a different kind of throne, Christ Jesus, Lord of all. We want your throne to feel plush, to look shiny, to express might and strength. Instead, You! Ruler of the Earth and the Heavens rest on a park bench. You! The king of Majesty recline in a hospital room. You! Messiah squirm in our country’s underserved classrooms. You! the Savior sit right here, right now, right beside me.
Where else will I see you, if only I look! Amen.